Taiwan: The Flight

We had a good flight from Edmonton to Vancouver. Flying above the mountains at sunset is awesome (awesome awesome, not awesome like a hotdog).
The flight to Taipei was smooth for the first many hours, decently comfy for econo class. Forgot to order a veg meal, so Richard sweetly shared his fruit and veggies with me to fill out my meal. I watched most of Enchanted, which surprisingly wasn't bad, then slept somewhat soundly for the rest of the night.
I woke two hours before landing, feeling refreshed. But it was bumpy flying, and for the first time I was hit out of nowhere with air sickness. A few other passengers obviously felt the same way. I couldn't touch breakfast: It was some kind of taro porridge, served with odd little brown-and-green veggies that I would've sworn were drying boogers, and a little packet of "tuna floss".
We cleared customs with little trouble; the only thing you can't bring into Taiwan (aside from the usual weapons, seeds, livestock, etc.) is Communist propaganda. Richard wanted to wear his Che hat just for the fun of having it confiscated, but thankfully left it at home.

I'm standing beside the jade Haida boat sculpture at Vancouver Airport. I think this is the Dogfish Woman.